Loves Sunken Ship

Blackhawkwings

Oh, oh my lovely Sweetheart memories of the time we spent sailing the ocean faces toward the night starry Cosmos;

Embracing the power of possibilities our love possessed;  Knowing how best we loved more than anyone else.

When sailed into the distant port, a day of rest and memories of our best times slipped away.

Like a sunken ship, at the bottom of the ocean grassy bed, my darling you left me.

Crying underneath the night starry cosmos you no longer wanted me,

Lost, so lost, oh my sweetheart I' am like Love's sunken ship, ever wretch and rusted to never surface again;

Oh my lovely Sweetheart come dive deep down into your soul and come rescue me,

From the dept of this ocean bed of heartbreak and helpless state of being, sunken ship filled with regrets and tears.

Within my heart being torn apart by holding memories of the time we spent;

Sailing the Ocean faces toward the night starry Cosmos.

Oh, oh my darling come back and rescue me, start anew, just the way we use to be.

Your love will heal my Love's sunken ship wretch;

Retrieve my heart from the depth of the boundaries of the Ocean's grassy bed.

Oh, oh my lovely Sweetheart memories of the time we spent sailing the ocean faces toward the night starry Cosmos;

Embracing the power of possibilities our love possessed;  Knowing how best we loved more than anyone else.

Save me from the bottom of the ocean, rebuild our Love's sunken ship. 

- By Jimmy "Blackhawkwings" Walker

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Jim Blackhawkwings (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2020 16:46
  • Category: Love
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    Well old dude, at your age (just a couple of years older than mine) you should know the futility of asking a woman to change her mind once she has grown away from you. You might as well ask a sea shell to write it's biography.

    Move along and sing a new song. Sooner or llater a bird in a tree will sing it back to you... even at 72.

    Stay safe and well sir and smile often.

    • Blackhawkwings

      dusk arising: Well stated (smile). You, Sir, are a scholar and a gentlemen!

    • Goldfinch60

      Those memories will always be with you but you must move on.

      Andy



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